Savor this comfort and tranquility quietly, and release the tired and disordered body and mind.
Soon, the boss of the private dish led the guy in and served the special dishes that Yan Mubei had booked in advance.
Seven dishes and one soup are not expensive abalone ginseng wings, but very authentic home stir-fry.
Milky white tofu fish head soup, with a few green vegetable leaves floating, venting a warm heat.
The boss is a smart and capable elderly man with a respectable smile: "Sir Yan hasn't been here for a long time. Our shop has added a new dessert, red bean paste and tofu flower, and made of mountain spring water from the top of the mountain. It is fragrant and smooth. I believe Miss Lin will
If you like it, I will give you a bowl after the meal. I will give it to you. If you like it, please come back next time.”
Yan Mubei felt that the boss was too trembling, so he glanced coldly, and his voice was a little gloomy: "Get out."
The boss was stunned for a moment and smiled and took his friends out.
Lin Qianqian frowned. She was particularly disgusted with his domineering attitude.
Just a little more money, can I take it as if the whole world owes you?
People pay their labor to serve you and you give money to spend. This is a fair transaction, and there is no distinction between superiority and inferiority.
"You can't let it go, why are you scolding?"
"Lin Qianqian, do you want me to thank him for these desserts for a few dollars?"
"This is not a question of whether or not it is a question of politeness."
"These home-cooked stir-fries have no special features. If you didn't like it, I wouldn't have come."
Yes, there are indeed many celebrities coming here to visit. For those who are used to big fish and meat, suddenly having a light stir-fry, the taste is naturally good.
In addition to its unique taste, there is also the mood and atmosphere here, full of the petty bourgeois mood of the fifties.
It is especially suitable for literati and elegant people who are idle and have a pain in coming to sit.
But Yan Mubei is not a person with Yaxing. Besides, what he wants to eat will be gone?
Two chefs from both Chinese and Western families at home, they change their ways to make new dishes every day. Yan Mubei, who is scheming in appetite, naturally does not take private dishes into consideration.
If he hadn't suddenly remembered that she loved food here, he wouldn't have woken up in the middle of the night and asked someone to help him make a reservation.
Even if I get stuck in traffic today, I have to accompany her. Isn’t this just to make her happy?
She was fine, and she taught him a lesson in turn.
"...You still remember that I love eating." Lin Qianqian was stunned, and she didn't expect that he had this idea.
"I remember everything you said." The man glared at him arrogantly and sneered: "I know when you will come."
that?
Suddenly, Lin Qianqian's face turned red and she muttered: "Mysterious, why do you remember this?"
"Of course I have to remember." His look of course touched Lin Qianqian very much. It turned out that he cared about himself so much at the beginning, but she was too happy. The arrogant man continued: "This is related to my sexual blessings.
.”
happiness?
Sexual blessing??
Lin Qianqian did not hesitate to believe that he was referring to sexual blessings, not happiness.
Because dogs can't change their habit of eating shit.
A scumbag like him is of course the first thing to do is sex.
In an instant, she looked dark and speechless.
He said he didn't like her to speak because her words often made him angry, but he often made her urge to vomit blood.
A woman who pretended not to understand picked up her chopsticks and picked up her food. The chopsticks that were stretched out suddenly stopped like this.